Chapter 93 93 With You
The live broadcast screen was made into a picture-in-picture, with He Hui in the main screen, and Ophelia and Valeria Belova and Diana Volkova beside her in the small screen in the lower right corner.
The current third place who will undoubtedly be eliminated is Diana Volkova, who has already waved goodbye to the camera in advance.
The kiss & cry area, which was completely different from the tense atmosphere in the small room, was filled with He Hui's confident smile and Lin Xiaoman's relieved eyes.
In this sharp contrast, the final result is revealed.
"He Hui from China scored 190.12 points in the free skate."
A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Xiaoman's eyes, and she hugged He Hui: "It's over the 190 mark!"
"Yes, finally." He Hui breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Ying was also very excited: "Congratulations to He Hui for defeating Ophelia by 29 points and winning the World Championship for the third time!"
The small window in the lower right corner suddenly filled the entire screen. In the picture, Valeria Belova and Diana Volkova had already stood up, one was preparing to leave, and the other had moved to the third position, while Ophelia Park, who still occupied the center, was sitting with a stiff smile.
He Hui soon appeared in the camera, and the "Ashura Field" that everyone had been looking forward to appeared.
The two Russian players left the stage early.
The moment He Hui walked in, Ophelia put away the last bit of her fake smile. Her eyes followed He Hui's footsteps, but she did not stand up for a long time.
He Hui walked up to Ophelia and greeted her with a smile: "I WON."
I won with a resounding victory that clearly meant to dislodge her from the center seat that belonged to the champion.
Ophelia was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up and left the position that did not belong to her.
As they passed by each other, Ophelia stopped and whispered in He Hui's ear, "I will be in this position sooner or later."
"Really?" He Hui turned around and whispered in the same voice, "Maybe there won't be such a day."
After saying that, He Hui sat down leisurely with a champion's smile.
Ophelia forced a smile, glanced at the camera which still had a red dot on it, and managed a smile.
Bronze medalist Valeria Belova shook her head nearby.
She was already satisfied with her current results. After all, she didn't have four weeks, and being able to stand on the podium was already a breakthrough.
The red light on the camera went out and the live broadcast ended.
The three left the waiting room one after another and returned to the entrance of the ice rink under the guidance of the staff to wait for the award ceremony.
He Hui stood alone at the front. Although he had won many championships, the feeling of winning in different venues was still fresh and exciting.
Ophelia behind her glanced at the equally excited Valeria Belova, took a step back, came to her side, and whispered, "I thought you wanted to surpass her, too?"
Valeria Belova shrugged. "It was."
She once looked up at the runner-up podium and vowed to surpass He Hui and win the championship.
"What now?" Ophelia asked in confusion.
Valeria Belova paused for a moment and her eyes drifted to He Hui's back one meter away.
Ophelia frowned.
"Now I realize that someone is destined to be on the championship podium." Valeria Belova said slowly.
Ophelia's frown deepened, and she obviously didn't accept this answer.
But it doesn’t matter what they think now. Amidst warm applause, the award ceremony officially began.
He Hui stepped neatly onto the podium symbolizing the championship, with a heavy gold medal hanging around his neck.
She took one look, smiled and kissed the glory that was hers.
"This was her third consecutive World Championships gold medal, and the beginning of her reign as champion in the PyeongChang era." - A later report wrote.
*
Boston World Championships, dinner.
Ding Dong——
A new email notification appeared on He Hui's mobile phone screen.
The first sentence of the preview was the eye-catching "Congratulations!", and He Hui immediately glanced up at the sender.
"University of Pennsylvania"
The University of Pennsylvania, one of the eight Ivy League schools, has a world-renowned Wharton School of Business, but its undergraduate acceptance rate is a terrifyingly low 8%, which discourages many people.
He Hui's heart stopped for a second.
In her previous life, the University of Pennsylvania had ruthlessly rejected her, but this time, after receiving offers from the other five universities she applied to, He Hui finally received the congratulatory letter she had been waiting for two lifetimes.
She took a deep breath, clicked on the body of the email, and saw the complete admission information.
"What's wrong?" Lin Xiaoman asked curiously when she saw that He Hui was not talking or eating, but just staring at his phone.
He Hui handed the phone to Lin Xiaoman: "I received the offer."
When Lin Xiaoman saw the content of the email, her eyes suddenly widened. She ignored the inquiring looks around her and hugged He Hui tightly.
"Congratulations! You've taken a step toward a broader life."
Lin Xiaoman is the coach in the team who likes to encourage athletes the most not to give up their studies, probably because she herself was unable to go to the school she wanted to go to because of figure skating.
He Hui knew about this, but said nothing. He just clasped his arms tightly and responded to Lin Xiaoman.
"But there is a problem now, Sister Lin."
When Lin Xiaoman calmed down and let go of He Hui, He Hui suddenly sighed.
Lin Xiaoman's eyelids twitched, and she seemed to know what He Hui's problem was.
She nodded and motioned He Hui to continue.
"If I go to the United States, will you go with me?" He Hui asked.
Lin Xiaoman looked into He Hui's eyes and said, "Of course."
Unhesitating and unwavering.
He Hui was stunned for a long time before asking: "What about the national team? Kong Ziqiu..."
He Hui didn't say anything else, but the meaning of her words was clear. Since Lin Xiaoman trained her to become a world champion, she has been increasingly relied upon by the national team, and there is even a sense that she will be entrusted with important tasks and promoted. Going to the United States with He Hui at this time means giving up everything she has and her future.
"Kong Ziqiu has now completely gotten rid of the shadow that Huang Renxin brought to her. It may be more suitable for her to find a better companion with another coach." Lin Xiaoman said seriously, "As for the national team, it's just an empty name. I don't care."
The three words "I don't care" were said particularly crisply and clearly. After saying that, Lin Xiaoman picked up the red wine glass in front of her and took a sip, as if a thousand ships had passed by.
He Hui was so moved by Lin Xiaoman's unconditional support that he was suddenly speechless.
"Of course, if I go to the United States with you, you have to provide for our food and accommodation." Lin Xiaoman's words broke the slightly sad atmosphere.
He Hui curled her lips in amusement: "Of course, the coaching fees and various benefits must be the best!"
"That's good." Lin Xiaoman raised her eyebrows.
After receiving the offer, the second person He Hui shared it with was Li Chumiao.
She ran to the next table and called Li Chumiao, saying mysteriously that she wanted to share some good news.
"You have become the new four weeks again?" Li Chumiao made a bold guess.
"I do think so." He Hui denied the guess and got straight to the point, "I will also come to the United States next year, to Philadelphia, the same city as you."
Li Chumiao blinked: "Penn?"
In Li Chumiao's opinion, He Hui must have received the top offer.
"right!"
Li Chumiao hugged He Hui and fell into a beautiful fantasy: "Maybe, we can practice together."
*
When the news that Lin Xiaoman was going to the United States with He Hui reached the national team, a group of leaders tried to keep Lin Xiaoman.
"Coach Lin, the team can't do without you now." Zhu Jianyong, as an old acquaintance, was sent out first to lobby. "You can train a world-class player like He Hui, so you must have a lot of advanced experience to share with other coaches and teammates."
The effect of flattery on Lin Xiaoman was almost zero.
"No, it's not me who is good, it's He Hui who is good. I think you all know this very well, right?" Lin Xiaoman asked back.
A talented player is something you can only encounter by chance. Many coaches spend their entire lives trying to find a player who can shine at the center of the world stage.
Zhu Jianyong was not discouraged and continued to reason with the people and appeal to their emotions.
"We also want you to be the head coach of our youth training camp. The national team attaches great importance to the training of the new generation of strength. We also saw that under your leadership, Kong Ziqiu achieved good results when he first entered the adult group."
"I heard that Coach Liu Ruzhen likes Kong Ziqiu very much. She is very gentle and patient. I think Coach Liu is obviously more suitable for her long-term development than me."
After Lin Xiaoman decided to go to the United States for training with He Hui, she specially sought out Liu Ruzhen to have a long talk about Kong Ziqiu's future arrangements, and earnestly entrusted her apprentice with the task.
"As for the youth camp, I think there must be a coach who is more suitable for this position than me."
Lin Xiaoman rejected Zhu Jianyong one by one and choked him.
"In short, although He Hui went to the United States to study and train, his essence of winning glory for the country will not change." Lin Xiaoman concluded, no longer giving Zhu Jianyong any chance to continue.
Zhu Jianyong: “…”
He was wondering if when people get close to each other, their personalities will be contagious.
How come Lin Xiaoman is as stubborn as He Hui!
*
The day they said goodbye to Kong Ziqiu was the day before He Hui and Lin Xiaoman set off for the United States.
The team members arrived at the ice rink early, thinking about practicing with He Hui.
Bian Jing even prepared a thick commemorative album: "Come on, before He Hui arrives, please leave a message in the commemorative album!"
Tang Meng was a little speechless when she saw Bian Jing's attitude. "He Hui is just going to school. It's not like they are graduating and going their separate ways. Besides, we can still see him at the competition."
"Wouldn't it take four years to study?!" Bian Jing retorted, "Everyone is busy competing on the field, and there's no way to chat and play like we are now."
Tang Meng: "Writing a commemorative album is too childish! Or is the handmade album I prepared more meaningful?"
Bian Jing: "With your painting skills, don't scare He Hui!"
......
When two people start arguing, no one can stop them.
Therefore, the first thing He Hui did when he arrived at the venue was to mediate between his two "fans".
He Hui looked at the two of them in silence: "......"
She decided to accept the gifts from both of them, and nodded solemnly: "All good, all good, I will treasure them."
"Okay." Bian Jing was not satisfied with the answer, but suddenly pointed behind He Hui and asked, "What is this?"
Everyone also noticed that He Hui was a little different when he came today than in the past.
She was carrying a backpack with a transparent raised shell on it. If you looked closely, you could see the head of a ginger cat.
Kong Ziqiu recognized the orange cat immediately. It was the little orange cat that was rescued near the venue and taken back for adoption by He Hui.
"What is this...?" Kong Ziqiu asked.
"I've been away from home and there's no one who can take care of it all the time, so now I'm leaving it to you." He Hui handed over the entire cat bag, "I specifically asked if single dormitories allow cats."
After Kong Ziqiu was promoted to the national team, he moved into the athletes' dormitory, a single room. The place was not big, but at least he could avoid being with his original family, whose tense atmosphere existed every day.
"Thank you for taking such good care of it." Kong Ziqiu sighed, looking at the furry creature taking a nap in the bag.
He Hui: "Then you have to continue to take good care of Xiaoju."
Kong Ziqiu raised his hand and assured: "Don't worry!"
The two people looked at each other and smiled.
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